Another scorcher. The hottest spring I have ever seen. That might be because I’ve never been to Hot Springs, Arkansas. This afternoon when coming back from lunch, a young woman gets in the elevator, it’s just me and her. She says, ‘It’s so hot all I want to do is sleep.’ I say, ‘I hope you have air conditioning’. She says that she does. I tell her, “I only sleep with two fans and they’re so annoying, always bothering me for autographs.’ She just stares at me. I don’t think she got my joke.
A co-worker said she might have been hitting on me, which is entirely possible, and it doesn’t matter what sex is desiring me, I’m generally oblivious to that sort of thing. So hot and so tired I am. I’m drowsy and feel like going to bed as soon as I post this. That should be around 8:00 or so I guess. Too early for me I think.
Gate sale this weekend and I have still got to get my stuff together. I’m aiming for taking Friday off to prepare. We’ll see how that goes. Tomorrow I have to leave work early to go to the dental school and pick up the letter that my dentist wrote. I hope she wrote a good letter. Last night I finally watched the Roman Polanski documentary that I was looking forward to.
Of course, as soon as it starts the phone rings. It’s Harpy. I listen but it’s hot, my ear is sweating and I just wanted to watch this documentary. I got off the phone fast, hopefully not stepping on Harpy’s toes. That’s the last thing he would need, broken toes. Then we watched the last 15 minutes of the PBS gay magazine show, In The Life. The last part was all about the Broadway musical, Xanadu. It’s a musical based on the box office flop film of the 1980’s with music by the Electric Light Orchestra and Olivia Newton John.
It looks like fun and Bill expressed an interest in it. His birthday is coming up and I should look to see if I could get a deal. It may involve calling up an old friend that I hadn’t spoken to in a while, which would be awkward. I have to look into that. Jeezy creezy this weather is wiping me out. Bill’s home already. He left work early and came home and immediately went to sleep. Enticing.
Last night I whacked him in the face while we slept. He made some noise about it, and I apologized for it last night. I apologized again this morning and he forgot all about it. So I reminded him of my spousal abuse.
Work was slow again and I had to run an errand to get a new coffee maker for the office since the one we had went kaput this morning. I enjoy getting out of the office but in this heat it can be too much, no matter how many times I’m running for the shadows.
Smell ya later.